I was in my final year of high school, and my deskmate found out I was writing a novel!

Ye Feng stopped writing and started brainstorming, but he really couldn't come up with anything for the time being.

Actually, a short story isn't difficult for him; the difficulty lies in the fact that the song is only a few minutes long, and Su Miaomiao still wants to film it, which makes it challenging.

There's definitely not enough time to tell a story that's too complicated, and it's impossible to explain it clearly in this short amount of time.

Therefore, this estimate must be simple, and it doesn't even need a story. This is Ye Feng's idea.

Ye Feng kept writing and deleting documents on the computer screen, but none of them satisfied him.

"Miaomiao, I don't think this filming needs to be too complicated. After all, it's only a few minutes long, and it's not enough to tell a whole story clearly."

"You can't possibly be unable to write it, can you?"

"!!!"

Ye Feng was furious. What kind of talk was that? He couldn't write a story? He just thought it was unnecessary!

Okay, he really didn't know how to start writing. He started several drafts, but none of them felt right; they were a bit pretentious.

But Ye Feng couldn't say it directly, so he started telling Su Miaomiao his thoughts.

"This is what I'm thinking: after the arranger finishes, I'll start practicing guitar, then we'll film some scenes at school, and then find a scenic spot to film a distant shot of us playing together, like us raising our hands to make a heart shape, facing the sunset, so we don't have to show our faces."

"Hmm...this idea seems pretty good. Let me think about it some more."

Su Miaomiao had already accepted the proposal; her saying she would think about it again was simply because she wanted something better.

That's just how things are; there's always something better, never the best!

Besides, they can go on a trip while they're filming, wouldn't that be great!

They haven't gone on a trip in a long time. Oh, I think they've only gone once, during the summer vacation.

When Su Miaomiao said she needed to think about it, Ye Feng breathed a sigh of relief. In the future, he would have to think things through before trying to do anything, so as not to cause trouble for himself.

Another week passed, and the custom-made keyboards were finally finished. They were neatly arranged on the floor covered with a layer of paper, and the scene looked quite spectacular.

First, there was a large group photo. The neatly arranged photos were quite impressive. Ye Feng posted it directly to the end of the chapter, adding fuel to the fire.

"Why don't you just start the event then? What's with all this posting pictures every day?!"

"You're such a troublemaker! Don't let me find out where you are, or I'll have someone deal with you!"

"Where to?"

"Holy crap! Delete it and let me post it!"

Upon seeing these comments, Ye Feng simply smiled and then posted the specific time.

The draw will begin in three days and continue until the end of the month, which is actually only three days. Then the lottery will start, and the winners will be announced within three days after the draw.

Everyone knows the odds of winning are low, but what if? Since the monthly tickets are just sitting there anyway, why not give them to Ye Feng? Maybe they'll win?

The platform was very helpful, directly helping to customize a lot of pillows and water bottles, which will be included in the prizes.

Don't think the website is doing a good deed. They have their own purpose in putting these things out there. They plan to take this opportunity to make a GG (Gross Gaming) campaign because they want to sell body pillows!

After inquiring about the price, Ye Feng stopped caring, because the premium on the pillow was not high, and the price was not much different from that of a regular pillow.

Ye Feng's idea was simple: it's okay to fleece people, but you can't be too ruthless, since it's done in his name, even though he can also benefit.

Ye Feng is very careful about his reputation.

"Hey Lao Bai, Lao Bai, can you send me some of these body pillows? This is the first piece of merchandise from my novel, I have to collect it."

"...Sorry, I really forgot. You can come and get it yourself when you have time. It's not far anyway, you can come and have some fun."

"I'm busy, I'm preparing to update a lot, don't hold me up. Send it to me via express delivery, I'll pay you!"

"It's just a few dollars short. I'll place an order now and have it delivered to you. By the way, how many do you want?"

"Hmm... ten sets, I'll keep some to give away."

......

"Here, your godfather brought you some things!"

When Ye Feng arrived at the surrounding area, the first thing he thought of was his three adopted sons in the dormitory.

Although he no longer lives on campus, he still comes to the dormitory from time to time to hang out, and the four of them still have a good relationship.

"Lord of Mysteries? Holy crap, where did you come from?"

Wan Quan was so excited when he saw the words printed on the pillow and water bottle that he stood up immediately. Ever since Ye Feng suggested he write a novel during military training, he had also developed a love for reading novels and had started writing one himself in the past six months. However, he didn't talk about the data or anything like that, just like Ye Feng.

This guy is also a fan of Lord of Mysteries, he follows the updates every day and criticizes him~

"I know an editor who works for Mystery Magazine. They were planning an event, so I asked for a few copies."

"Damn, tell me, what's the name of your novel? You seem to know the editor so well!"

Zhou Ming was taking pictures with the guarantee. He also liked to watch them and would discuss them with Wan Quan whenever he had time. Although he didn't ask Ye Feng as many questions, he actually had quite a few doubts.

"You madman, do you know the author of 'Mysterious'?"

"What a joke! Where am I supposed to meet him? He's a legendary figure; do you think I could possibly meet him?"

"Yeah, I wish you knew him. I'd like an autographed photo."

"What's so great about his autographed photo? He's not some stunning beauty!"

"Oh, you don't understand. Everyone wants to see what this author looks like. With a name like that, I bet he's ugly."

Zhou Ming said with certainty.

Hearing this, Ye Feng wasn't angry at all. Instead, he chuckled and echoed his sentiments. He was joking, of course; he was incredibly handsome, okay? He found such comments, clearly born of jealousy, utterly laughable.

"By the way, there's a prize draw in a few days. How many monthly passes have you guys saved up?"

"I only have ten. I'll give it a try. That keyboard looks really nice. If I could win... wait, crazy guy, that video looks so much like what you and Miaomiao did at that online store!"

As Wan Quan spoke, he thought of that video. They had been to the startup base, and more than once. Whenever someone needed a custom keyboard, they would take people there to make the purchase directly!

As for commissions, Ye Feng paid them afterward, ensuring they didn't work for free.

So, even though it was just a table and some small tools on it, Wan Quan still managed to find it!

This gave Ye Feng a chill down his spine. Damn, he had really forgotten about this!

However, he thought quickly and soon came up with a plausible explanation.

"Hehe, I ordered the keyboard from our store. Otherwise, how do you think I got it?"

"Damn! You bastard, you've made a killing! Fifty keyboards!"

"Oh, it's just a little bit, nothing much, just a small amount!"

The three were chatting animatedly, while Lin Hao stood there like a fool, unable to join in at all, because he couldn't understand much of what they were saying.